As Zohi's holidays drew to a close, she felt a twinge of sadness knowing that she would soon be leaving Pakistan and returning to the USA. Alongside her two best friends, Eman and Zainab, she began preparing for their journey back home, where another semester of studies awaited them.
Before departing, Zohi made sure to spend quality time with her family and friends, cherishing every moment and creating lasting memories to hold onto until her next visit.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of farewells and packing, Zohi found a quiet moment to meet with Babar. Sitting together in a cozy café, she gently broke the news of her impending departure.
Babar's smile faltered slightly as he processed the news. He had grown accustomed to Zohi's presence, and the thought of her leaving left him feeling a bit melancholic. Adding to his somber mood was the looming World Cup, which would soon consume his time and attention.
Despite his sadness, Babar wished Zohi well, knowing that she had to return to her studies and her life in the USA. However, deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that settled in his heart at the thought of her being so far away.
As they parted ways, Babar watched Zohi walk away, a sense of emptiness settling over him. He knew that in the coming days, his focus would be on cricket, as he prepared for the upcoming World Cup. Yet, amidst the excitement of the tournament, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that Zohi was no longer by his side.
And so, as the days passed and the World Cup drew nearer, Babar found himself grappling with a mix of emotions, his heart torn between his passion for cricket and the longing for the company of the one person who had managed to capture his attention in a way no one else had
In the midst of the World Cup frenzy, Muhammad Rizwan found himself searching for his friend, Babar Azam, who seemed lost in thought. Approaching him with a concerned expression, Rizwan asked, "Hey, Babar, kya soch rahe ho? Tum thoda gumsum lag rahe ho."
Babar sighed, his gaze wandering into the distance before returning to Rizwan. "Zohi," he confessed, a hint of longing in his voice.
"Zohi? Zohi kaun hai?" Rizwan inquired, curiosity piqued.
Babar smiled softly, a wistful look in his eyes. "Woh koi hai jise main Pakistan mein mila tha. Hum dost ban gaye, aur uski America jaane ki khabar ne mujhe... bechain kar diya hai."
Rizwan listened intently as Babar recounted the moments spent with Zohi, the yaadein that had taken root in his dil despite the fasla between them. As he spoke, Rizwan could sense the gehraai of Babar's feelings, the rishta that transcended sarhadon aur simaon.
"Yeh sunne mein acha lagta hai jaise tumne kisi khaas ko paya hai," Rizwan remarked, offering a supportive smile. "Cricket ke shor mein, dil ko apni manzil ka pata hota hai."
Babar nodded, grateful for Rizwan's understanding. "Haan. Aur woh door kyun na ho, uski maujoodgi rehti hai, meri sochon mein ghuli, meri dino ko rangin banati hai."
As they continued their conversation, Rizwan listened as Babar shared kisse of Zohi, uski hansne ki awaaz Babar ke zehan mein goonjti, uski muskurahat uske yaadon mein chhapi. Aur uss lamhe mein, World Cup ke shor mein, do dost ne sukoon paya, bas unke dilon ki baatein kiya, jaante hue ke zindagi jahan bhi le jaye, unka rishta hamesha qaim rahega.
As Zohi settled back into her life in the USA, her thoughts often drifted back to Babar. Despite the distance, his presence lingered in her mind, his smile etched into her memories. She found herself missing their conversations, the shared laughter, and the warmth of his company.
Meanwhile, Babar immersed himself in rigorous practice sessions, honing his skills for the upcoming World Cup. Yet, amidst the intensity of his training, thoughts of Zohi kept creeping into his mind, distracting him at times and filling him with a sense of longing.
As the days passed and the tournament drew closer, both Zohi and Babar found themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions, their hearts yearning for each other despite the vast distance separating them. Each match Babar played, Zohi followed with bated breath, her hopes and prayers silently rooting for his success on the field.
Despite the miles that stretched between them, their connection remained strong, bridging the gap between two worlds and weaving a bond that neither time nor distance could diminish. And as the World Cup unfolded, both Zohi and Babar found solace in the thought that, no matter where life took them, their hearts would always beat as one
As Zohi settled back into her life in the USA, her thoughts often drifted back to Babar. Despite the distance, his presence lingered in her mind, his smile etched into her memories. She found herself missing their conversations, the shared laughter, and the warmth of his company.
Meanwhile, Babar immersed himself in rigorous practice sessions, honing his skills for the upcoming World Cup. Yet, amidst the intensity of his training, thoughts of Zohi kept creeping into his mind, distracting him at times and filling him with a sense of longing.
As the days passed and the tournament drew closer, both Zohi and Babar found themselves caught in a whirlwind of emotions, their hearts yearning for each other despite the vast distance separating them. Each match Babar played, Zohi followed with bated breath, her hopes and prayers silently rooting for his success on the field.
Despite the miles that stretched between them, their connection remained strong, bridging the gap between two worlds and weaving a bond that neither time nor distance could diminish. And as the World Cup unfolded, both Zohi and Babar found solace in the thought that, no matter where life took them, their hearts would always beat as one.
Zohi, Eman, and Zainab were chatting away in their dorm room, discussing Zohi's sudden fascination with cricket and her connection with Babar.
"Guys, seriously, ever since I met Babar in Pakistan, cricket has become my thing!" Zohi exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
Eman and Zainab exchanged surprised glances, raising their eyebrows in disbelief. "Zohi, really? Cricket? Since when did you become a cricket fanatic?" Eman teased, mixing in a bit of Urdu for fun.
Zainab joined in the teasing, giggling as she spoke. "And what's the deal with this Babar guy? You've been talking about him non-stop since you got back!"
Zohi blushed, trying to explain her newfound interest. "Babar's just... different. He's shown me the fun side of cricket, the camaraderie... It's like I've been hit by a cricket cupid!" She added a touch of English for emphasis.
Just then, Jake, their university buddy, walked in, intrigued by their lively conversation. "Cricket and Babar gossip? Count me in!" he said with a grin.
Zohi rolled her eyes playfully, knowing she was in for some friendly teasing. "Yes, Jake, you heard right. I've gone from Shakespeare to stumpings, all thanks to Babar!"
Jake chuckled, taking a seat beside them. "Well, well, looks like Zohi's caught in a cricket craze. Who knew our bookworm could turn into a sports enthusiast?" he quipped, blending Urdu and English effortlessly.
Amidst the laughter and banter, Zohi felt grateful for her friends' support. No matter how much they teased her, she knew their friendship was as strong as ever, mixing languages and laughter in their conversations.
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FanfictionZohi has zero interest in cricket, but a chance encounter with star cricketer Babar changes everything. Despite her indifference to the sport, Zohi can't ignore the connection she feels with him. As they navigate their budding romance, can love brid...
